Stigma Love's Algorithm [ A BTS x Reader Poly ]

Chapter 75: From Foreplay to Fiasco🔥

Oh.
Oh fuck.

His expression is dark. Ruined.

His pupils are blown wide, his gaze devouring me, drinking me in like he's barely keeping himself from losing it entirely.

The muscle in his jaw ticks.

Then-his voice.
Deep. Rough. Wrecked.

"Aein..." He breathes it like it's the only thing tethering him to reality.

Then-he steps forward.
My breath catches.

"I am not letting them take this away from me again."

The second he touches me-it's over.

Gone.

All control. All restraint. All hesitation.

One second, I'm just sitting there, struggling to breathe-
The next?

Jin oppa grabs me, his hands gripping my thighs, my waist, my everything, his strength making me feel weightless as he lifts me into his arms.

Then-he throws me onto the kitchen island.

"Fuck-!" I gasp, the impact stealing my breath as my back collides with the wooden surface, but I barely have a second to process it before-

His mouth crashes into mine.

It's not soft. Not hesitant. Not gentle.

It's raw. Starving. Completely fucking unhinged.

His lips move over mine like a man possessed-like he's starving for me.

"God-fucking hell, you're driving me insane-" he growls against my lips, hands gripping my thighs.

He spreads them wide as he steps between them, his hips slotting perfectly against mine, pressing his thick, aching bulge right where I need him.

A wrecked groan rumbles in his throat as he grinds against me, the friction sending fire racing through my veins.

I whimper,moan against his lips, fucking melt, my fingers fisting into his sweater, yanking him closer, pulling him deeper, needing him everywhere as the heat between as grows unbearable.

He growls.

A low, dangerous, primal sound that makes my core clench.

His hands grip my waist hard, holding me down, still, as he rocks against me, he's grunting, his breathing heavy.

"I need you," he breathes against my mouth, his voice wrecked, frantic, on the verge of breaking. "Now."

I gasp, body arching against him, needy, desperate, lost. My nails dig into his shoulders.

"Then take me."

A still moment. Just a breath.

Then-

He loses it.

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🔥Content Warning: This section contains explicit sexual content and adult themes. Proceed at your discretion.

"Fuck-" Jin oppa grits out, already palming my breasts.

"God I missed these" His voice is a wrecked, husky rasp, his gaze flickering down to my exposed breasts.

Before I can react-his mouth is on me.

I whimper, arching into his touch, body thrumming as his fingers roll my sensitive, aching nipples-still wet from his mouth earlier.